Sustained damage.

Vincent took advantage of the moment, closing the distance with a burst of speed. Elara barely had time to brace as his weight crashed into her, his armored frame dragging her along the ground. She planted her feet, skidding against the rough terrain, sparks kicking up from her boots scraping against stone.

His grip lunged for her wrist—too slow. Elara twisted free, her energy blade humming to life as she slashed in a controlled arc toward his midsection. Vincent wrenched himself backward at the last second, the blade barely grazing his armor.

He slammed his hands into the ground, one metallic. The impact sent cracks spider-webbing through the pavement beneath him.

Elara exhaled through her nose, her grip tightening on her weapon. "Well, I see you figured out how to not get your hand sliced off this time."

Behind her, the ship lifted from the ground, its engines roaring as Kimi carried out the extraction.